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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
New Order,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.