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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.