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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Liliput 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.