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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.