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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.