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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.