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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.