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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.