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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.