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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.