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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.