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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.