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 London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Leaves 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.