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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.