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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.