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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.