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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.