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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.