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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.