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 China and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.