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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.