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 United States and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.