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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Magma,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.