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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.