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 Panama and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
June Days,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.