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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.