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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.