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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.