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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.