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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Niagra,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.