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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.