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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.