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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.