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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.