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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.