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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.