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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.