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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.