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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.