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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.