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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.