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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.