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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Wake,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.