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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.