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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
DNA,
10cc,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.