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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.