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 China and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.