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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.