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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.