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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
X-102,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.