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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.