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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.