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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.