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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.