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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Television,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.