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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
June Days,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
JFA,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.