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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
cv313,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.