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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Wings,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.