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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.