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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.