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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
cv313,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.