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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.