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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.