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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.