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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.