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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.