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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.