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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.