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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.