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 London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.