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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.