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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.