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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.