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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.