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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.