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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.