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 North and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.