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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.