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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.