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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.