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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.