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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.