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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.