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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.