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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Can,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.