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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.