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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.