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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.