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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.