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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.