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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.