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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
CMW,
10cc,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.