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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.