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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.