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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.