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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.