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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.