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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.