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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.