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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.