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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.