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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Index 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.