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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Monks 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.