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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.