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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.