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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.