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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.