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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
a-ha,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.