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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.