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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.