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 Ireland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Fear,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.