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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.