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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.