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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.