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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.