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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Motions,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.