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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Can,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.