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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Wire,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
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.