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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.