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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.