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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.