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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.