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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Ituana,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.