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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.