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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.