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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.