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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.