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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.