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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.