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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.