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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.