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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Josef K,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.