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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.