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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Brick,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.