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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.