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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.