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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.