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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.