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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.