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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.