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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Symarip,
The Gories,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.