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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.