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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
UT,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The Monks,
10cc,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.