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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.