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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.