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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.