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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.