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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.