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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.