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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.