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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Television,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.