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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.