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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.