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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.