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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Happenings,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.