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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.