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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.