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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.