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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.