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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.