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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.