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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.