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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.