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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.