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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.