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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.