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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.