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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.