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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Liliput,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.