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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Marmalade,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
X-102,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.