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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.