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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free 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 rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.