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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.