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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.