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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.