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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.