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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.