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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.