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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.