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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.