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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.