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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.