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 Egypt and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.