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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.