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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.