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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.