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 Antigua 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.