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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.