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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Residents,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.