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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Nas,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Yaz,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.