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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.