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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.