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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.