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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.