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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Index to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.