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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.