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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.