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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.