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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.