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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Nas,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.