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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Move,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.