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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.