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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Television,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.