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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.