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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.