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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.