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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
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.