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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.