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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.