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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
UT,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.