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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Make Up to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Pole,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.