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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.