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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.