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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.