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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
ABC,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.