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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.