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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.