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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.