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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Nico,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.