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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.