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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.