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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.