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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.