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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.