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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.