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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Technova,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.