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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.