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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.