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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.