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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.