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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.