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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.