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 Austria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.