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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.