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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Yaz,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.