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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.