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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.