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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.