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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.