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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Audionom,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.