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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.