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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Raincoats,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.