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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.