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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.