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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.