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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.