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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.