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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.