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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The Wake,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.