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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.