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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.