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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.