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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.