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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.