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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.