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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Human League,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.