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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Crime,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.