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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.