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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Can,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.