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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.