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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Rekid,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.