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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.