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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.