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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.