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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.