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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.