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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
DNA,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.