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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.