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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
UT,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.