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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.