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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.