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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.