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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.