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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Technova,
Brick,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.