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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.