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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Los Fastidios 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.