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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.