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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.