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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.