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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.