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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.