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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.