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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.