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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Scion,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.