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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.