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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Names,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.