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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.