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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Fear,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.