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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
10cc,
Rakim,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.