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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Pagans,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.