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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.