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 Nauru 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.