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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.