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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.