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 Austria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.