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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.