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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.