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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.