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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.