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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.