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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.