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 Congo 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Fear,
Interpol,
MDC,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.