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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.