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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.