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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.