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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.