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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.