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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.