Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.