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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.