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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.