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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.