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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
X-101,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.