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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Ten City,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.