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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.