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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Japan,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.