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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.