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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.