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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
UT,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Technova,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
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.