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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Toasters,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.