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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.