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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Television,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.