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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.