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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.