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 Israel 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
MC5,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.