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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Crime,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.