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 France and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.