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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.