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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.