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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.