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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.