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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.