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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.