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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Index,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
PIL,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.