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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.