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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.