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 Niger 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
UT,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.