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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.