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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Remains,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.