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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.