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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Urselle,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.