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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.