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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.