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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.