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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.