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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.