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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.