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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.