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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.