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 Haiti and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.