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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.