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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Technova,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.