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 Iceland and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.