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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.