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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.