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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Japan,
Ten City,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.