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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.