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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.