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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.