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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.