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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.