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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.