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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.