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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.