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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.