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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.