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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.