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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.