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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.