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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.