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 Chad and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.