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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.