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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.