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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.