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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.