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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.