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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.