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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.