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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.