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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.