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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.