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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.