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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.