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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.