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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.