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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.