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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.