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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.