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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.