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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.