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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.