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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Television,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
UT,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.