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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.