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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.