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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.