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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.