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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.