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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.