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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Can,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
David McCallum,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.