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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.