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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
UT,
Can,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.