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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.