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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.