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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Technova,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.