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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
the Association,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.