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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Index,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.