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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.