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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.