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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.