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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
the Association,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.