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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.