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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.