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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.