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 Panama and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.