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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.