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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.