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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.