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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.