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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.