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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.