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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.