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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.