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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.