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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.