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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
The Martian,
Rekid,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.