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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.