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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.