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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.