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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.