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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.