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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.