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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.