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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.