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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.