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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.