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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Technova,
DNA,
Gong,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.