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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
cv313,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.