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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.