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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.