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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.