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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 ABC to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.