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 Panama 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.