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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.