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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.