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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.