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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.