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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.