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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Faust,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.