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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.