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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.