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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe 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?
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Nico,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.