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 Angola 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.