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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.