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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.