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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.