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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Seeds 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.