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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.