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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.