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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.