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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.