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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.