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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.