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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.