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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.