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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.