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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.