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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Magma,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.