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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Excepter,
EPMD,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.