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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.