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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.