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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.