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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.