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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.