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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.