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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.