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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.