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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.