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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.