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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
June Days,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.