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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Black Dice 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Ten City,
PIL,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.