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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.