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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.