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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.