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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.