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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.