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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.