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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Index,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.