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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.