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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Names,
Pole,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.