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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.