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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.