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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.