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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.