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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.