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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
PIL,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.