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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Cure,
John Cale,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Mars,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.