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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.