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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.