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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Japan,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.