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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.