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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.