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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.