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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.