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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.