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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.