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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.