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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.