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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.