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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.