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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.