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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Q65,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.