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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Doors,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.